About 8 years or so, me and the missus got ourselves our first flat.
It was just a little 1 bedroom cosy little flat. It basically had the living room, bedroom, little hallway and obviously the bathroom and kitchen.
Anyway, one day I was in the bath getting a wash when the phone rang, the missus was out so I just left it, it rang for ages. It was getting to the point where I was going to get out the bath and get the phone. The phone was in the kitchen, just a few steps down the little hallway.
In the end I just let it ring and ring. A minute later it rang again. I went for it this time. Thinking it might be important. I got out the bath, and started to make my way relatively quickly to the kitchen, no clothes on or anything, I was starkers.
I got to the kitchen, I was soaking wet, the kitchen had lino. Can you see what it going to happen here?
Yup, I slipped on the lino, doing a comedy type banana skin type slip. During this mishap I managed to not only put my knee through the glass oven door, shattering it into a million pieces, I also happened to grab a washing drainer thing with many glasses on it.
So, I am now lying on the floor, soaking wet, stark bollock naked with many many cuts from all the glass I had managed to scatter on the floor with me. It wasn’t a pretty sight.
There was blood everywhere. It looked even worse because I was wet so the blood was diluted, so there looked like there was more than there actually was.
It looked like a murder scene!
The next step was actually getting up off the floor! There was glass everywhere! It was a task and a half.
I then had to walk back to the bathroom on my heels trying not to put my foot flat on the floor due to fragments of glass I had in my feet.
To make matters worse, I missed the call!